You had always intrigued Hitoshi.

Your wide, innocent eyes, always focused on a book or homework assignment, or staring straight ahead in class with rapt attention.

He was sure that if he ever had to be caught doing his, ah, extra curricular activities, you would be the last person he’d want to catch him. You’d surely just run and tattle to a teacher.

But if that’s the case… why are you staring at the joint caught between his lips so intently?

“May I help you?” Hitoshi drawls curiously.